Tonon
Slymodi wrote:((this is going to be fun))
reload gun and fire at the cop who is driving the car who is on a higher incline than the other driver(assuming there is an incline) then get out of the way
~Tonon
You reload your gun as fast as you can - the cop cars are closing in quickly. As you aim to fire, you hear another two shotgun blasts from behind - one, two - both miss. You imagine that Brunnda's husband is probably staggering under the recoil - he looked rather frail for his age.
Planting your feet firmly in the dirt, you take careful aim at the vehicle on the right, wishing fervently that there was an incline, and fire a single shot at the driver. It hits him square in the forehead - just like you'd planned - and he falls forward onto the controls. Your HUD fades into view for just a moment:
Kills: 2
You leap out of the way as the cop car on the left skids to a stop, flinging a barrage of sharp pebbles at you - the cop inside the bails out, taking cover behind the remaining vehicle. Meanwhile, the dead driver's car thunders on, eventually skidding out of control and flipping over into a rapid roll that leaves it flinging pieces of itself all over.
You're getting painfully to your feet, and there's a police car with two cops hiding behind it, and a third cop inside.
"DROP YOUR WEAPONS OR WE'LL SHOOT!" one of them yells - a sturdy male with a blonde buzz cut, typical of TE-34's style.
Hema
Hema wrote:As a loadout, Hema chooses a sword, and a grenade bundle (2 fragmentation and one napalm grenade). Enemies: a small group of 5 street thugs (wielding pistols and knives). Allies: A couple loyal gang members with pistols. Location: Omicron 8 urban slums
Hema then walks into the simulator.
((Time to practice dying.
))
You already know what you're going to do - you've had this mission planned out even before you set foot inside VR. As your fingertips touch the holoscreen, they seem to guess - or perhaps mentally read - what you're looking for. The forms fill themselves out: a sword and grenades; five street thugs with pistols and knives; two pistol-wielding gang members with a charisma defense. Your chosen location is the Omicron 8 urban slums.
You raise an eyebrow. Clearly, this is cutting-edge technology if they can read your mind from a simple touch. You've heard of such things, but never seen it.
A message hovers before the main screen:
Are these the settings you'd like? Yes / No
You tap "Yes" without hesitation, and the console fades to darkness. Over on your left, at the back of the room, a light comes on, providing a gentle glow over a reclined chair, beckoning to you. You know what to do. You've seen these before. Running your fingers lightly over the ports REKT implanted under your hair, you walk over to that corner and lay yourself down in your chair, moving your head so it aligns with the appropriate sockets. As you feel a brief surge of warmth within your skull, your eyes close of their own accord, and everything goes dark...
...lights fade on, buildings flicker into view - a HUD display reads,
Loading Mission Components: 13% - the number rapidly scrolls upwards, but the experience is surreal. You look down at your hands; they're absolutely perfect replicas of your own. You draw no breath, feel no need to blink - you are nothing but a living body in timeless space. On a whim, you pinch your left arm, and feel very real, tangible pain. This is cutting-edge technology indeed.
A voice sounds in your mind:
Mission Loaded
Suddenly, you can breathe; your ears assault you with the familiar sounds of the Omicron 8 slums - in a town you remember quite well, in fact. Thunder booms distantly as you take in your surroundings: all around you, the shoddily-constructed, misshapen houses are stacked precariously upwards towards a dark, clouded sky - a light rain is falling, and the air is cool and crisp. You shiver involuntarily, looking to your left, your right - you have two companions wearing cheap red jackets. You don't recognize them, but that's hardly a surprise.
"Well? Less go, boss," one of them says in an Omicron accent. You nod to him and start walking forwards, shrugging off the rain.
You've hardly walked more than a few steps before someone shouts out angrily to you from the distance.
"This in't your ground, Redqwai!" You peer through the rain - there are several figures walking towards you - five, in fact. The leader of them you vaguely recognize as Serpei, a notorious gang leader.
"You're going down!"
Time to make your move.
Zorathex
Zorathex wrote:Zorathex looks at the woman, smiles, and says "Yes, I just wanted to know if I could have some spare parts to experiment with. specifically the kind of stuff you'd build an exoskeleton out of."
You look at the woman, making sure to make eye contact, smile, and say, "Yes, I just wanted to know if I could have some spare parts to experiment with - specifically the kind of stuff you'd build an exoskeleton out of."
She narrows her eyes at you.
"You think I'm really going to give a prison inmate something you could build weapons out of? I mean, come on now." She turns around, looking at the guard behind her.
"Abe, get this clown out of here."
Abe moves towards you, his face hidden by his helmet's visor, and nods in the direction of the exit. You leave the room with a gun pointed in your back, and the door shuts behind you.
Well... that didn't go quite as planned.
Tulius
A New Challenger wrote:Silently stare for a moment, pondering the multitude of uses one could use the grenades for.
"Done. I'll exchange my current 3-pack of grenades for the 3-pack Thermate. Your credit."
Slide 1 cred toward the Quartermaster discretely
"Oh, if it is possible, I would like any available technical manuals on the CASKET delivered to my quarters. A pleasure."
Ensure deal is complete and answer is received, then proceed to my Quarters, eating the banana on the way.
((You a doing a terrific job by the way. Bravo!
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((thanks, glad you like!))
You stare at Clavell silently for a moment, thinking of how much of a steal this is. "Done," you say, slipping a credit under the window. "I'll exchange my current 3-pack of grenades for the 3-pack Thermate."
She smirks, taking your credit and typing a few things into her computer.
"I'll make sure they're placed discretely in your cockpit before launch."
"Oh, and if it's possible," you add, "I'd like any available technical manuals on the CASKET delivered to my quarters."
"Hmph," she says, her smirk deepening slightly.
"Sure, but good luck figuring anything out from 'em. Happy doing business with you."
"A pleasure," you say, and then turn away, leaving the armory behind.
It's a far walk to your quarters - they're located a little farther towards the front of the ship than everything else. It's difficult picking your room in particular out of so many, but the signs are clear, at least. Glancing down at your wrist beneath the sleeve of your prison uniform, you read the number again: 29020.
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After a lot of walking and a short elevator ride, you find yourself in a narrow, grungy hallway beside a room clearly labeled 29020. There's a palmprint scanner and retina scanner next to it - it seems pretty clear what you're supposed to do. It's quiet here - there doesn't seem to be much through traffic to the personal quarters, except perhaps to sleep.